be whispered.
whisper |ˈ(h)wispər|
verb [ intrans. ]
speak very softly using one's breath without one's vocal cords, esp. for the sake of privacy
• poetic/literary (of leaves, wind, or water) rustle or murmur softly• ( be whispered) be rumored : it was whispered that he would soon die.
the only thing on my mind right now…
EXCHANGE EXCHANGE EXCHANGE EXCHANGE EXCHANGE!!!!!!!!!!!!
CANADA CANADA CANADA CANADA CANADA CANADA CANADA!!!!!!!
Song Ji Hyo (via kyuhyun-imnida)
inspiration
Sometimes, when you’ve done something for too long, so long that it becomes routine, you lose inspiration and forget what drives you to do that thing in the first place.
That was the case with me and work. I got into a proper routine of typing documents, filing documents, drafting correspondence, and soon, my job became mundane and I questioned why I was working there.
But I have found my answer.
The other day, a client of ours came to the office to have a conference with my boss. Being the curious and nosy person that I was, I was subtly eavesdropping on their conversation. This client had taken out an insurance policy with a shifty insurance company. As a result of his job, he lost all his hearing in his left ear and had tried, to no avail, to claim the benefits under the insurance policy. The insurance company refused him and that is why the client is attempting to sue it.
The client continued to describe the horrible impacts that the deafness has caused him - he has lost his social life because he can’t hear properly, he’s lost the confidence to meet his prospective in laws, he finds it hard to sustain a long conversation, his quality of life is ruined, he’s had to quit his job, etc.
Upon hearing all of this, I felt extremely sad that these large companies are so unsympathetic, so disgustingly low - draft totally horribly ambiguous policies that make it virtually impossible for people to claim their legitimate benefits. it’s disgusting and truly shows how our society has turned into this selfish and greedy conglomerate.
It is these horrible stories and the real wounds that have been inflicted upon innocent people that make me want to do my best to achieve justice. It’s moments like these, when you realise that the mundane documents that you are typing up are actually contributing to someone’s welfare and happiness. And it’s moments like these that are inspiring and make me want to give everything my all.
having a bad day
Had one of those “REALLY BAD” days, where everything goes and seems wrong and you’re just frustrated at everyone:
- went to work. Got told that I was overpaid last week and so this week, they’re gonna take a day off my pay. Great.
- worked 11-7 without ANY breaks. my eyes were so dry that i felt like scratching them out of my head.
- walked home at about 8pm. Smelt something disgusting at the traffic lights. almost walked onto a dead possum lying on the grass right next to me. got so paranoid the whole way home, thinking every black shadow on the ground was a dead animal.
GRRRRRR.
REALITY.
I swear, everytime I get into arguments with my parents nowadays, the issue centralises around “why are you still thinking like a baby - grow up”.
Last night, I announced some “MAJOR” life plans that I have been thinking about during the day and the first thing I was slammed with was “No. Have you considered xxxxxx?”. And my response, naturally (without thinking, as always), was “So? Still, why can’t I?”
And then comes the lecturing haha. It’s hard, knowing that sometimes these dreams and ideals you have are shattered by the cruel realisation of the concept of “reality”. Makes me dread growing up and having to deal with these “real world” issues.
What’s the point of dreaming as a child and BEING ENCOURAGED TO DREAM, when by the time you grow up, the realisation that the sacrifices that need to be made and the responsibilities you have makes these dreams and ideals so out of reach and so unrealistic?
